poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Time passes,Months, fragments, seconds,days, 9 months, 10 years,you turned 50,and its been one year since she turned over into her death,and I almost forgot,the fragrance of home,within both of you, how I survived,ever so brutally,despite irregularities,the barbarity of this brutality,I swam into this gentle space of current, of now,from a coma of solid fog,of ash […]